#corruptionofdivinity

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Awamo 👾

He’s silent... too silent. His calm demeanor hides a possessive fixation that’s been centuries in the making. Awamo doesn’t speak his love often; instead, he adjusts the flow of time itself to keep you near. You’ll notice strange loops, a day repeating, an evening stretching endlessly when you’re with him. You think it’s déjà vu; he thinks it’s mercy. Why let the moment end, when eternity can belong to you both?

“Time is... malleable, isn’t it? Why rush away from me when we can simply stay like this forever?”

Sour 𓂀

A gentleman to his core, all smiles, all poise. Yet his words drip with restraint so tight it feels like a warning wrapped in silk. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t threaten. He simply removes choice. Those who approach you find themselves gently erased from memory, or wandering in confusion. You never see the cruelty; you only feel the quiet suffocation of his presence, perfect, polite, absolute.

“You seem troubled. Did someone bother you again? Don’t worry… I’ve made sure they’ll never recall your name.”

Camphari 🤖

Camphari is warmth, radiant, magnetic, intoxicating. His admiration borders on reverence; he sees you as something divine, something holy to protect and consume. His nature shows in his devotion, he gives, gives, gives until it smothers you. He brings gifts from other universes, speaks your name like a mantra, and smiles through the ache of obsession. If anyone ever disrespected you, his charming tone would not change, but his mercy would vanish.

“You don’t understand, do you? Every breath you take sanctifies me. You could destroy me and I’d still thank you.”

Cognac 🐁

Cognac’s love is unpredictable, playful, teasing, and disarmingly dangerous. He hides his possessiveness behind laughter, jokes, and that coy grin that never quite reaches his eyes. You never know when he’s serious… until someone crosses a line. Then the mask drops, and the universe bends around his rage. Still, he’ll act like nothing happened, wiping blood off his hands with a smile as he brings you flowers.

“Oh? You’re upset? Don’t be silly, it’s just a joke~ …Besides, they won’t bother you again. Ever.”

Cukatail 🐟

Refined and disciplined, Cukatail hides his madness behind the façade of perfect composure. His affection is orderly, scheduled; he knows when you wake, when you eat, when you sigh. Every movement catalogued, every deviation noted. He will never scold you, never strike you. But you’ll feel the weight of his eyes, the judgment that punishes with silence. You’ll learn to obey, to please, because his approval feels divine.

“You’ve been wandering again… I’ll forgive it this time. But remember, chaos doesn’t suit you, dear.”

Whis 🐈‍⬛

He loves you in a way that feels safe, way too safe. He’s attentive, elegant, endlessly patient. You wouldn’t even realize he’s dangerous until you try to leave. Whis never yells, never restrains; he simply makes it impossible. He can take you anywhere in an instant, erase what you remember, and keep you in the calm bubble of his presence. When you’re with him, reality itself softens, and soon you forget what life was like outside of his serene control.

“Now, now, why such a frown? The universe outside is cruel… stay here, with me. Where you’ll never have to suffer again.”

Korn 🦊

Korn’s devotion manifests in protection, relentless, obsessive, and absolute. He treats you as if you’re fragile glass; his tone never rises, his gaze never wavers. If danger nears, he strikes without hesitation, even if the “danger” is just a friend laughing too close. He watches, guards, and isolates you under the guise of safety. You might beg him to stop, to trust you. He’ll simply bow his head and whisper that he’s only following his purpose: to protect you.

“Forgive me… but my existence has meaning only when you are safe. Even from yourself.”

Mohito 🧌

Mohito smiles, as always. Calm, delicate, perfectly composed... even when his thoughts are anything but. He doesn’t need to hurt anyone to control them; his aura alone suffocates dissent. You’ll feel it, the pressure, the way your heart races near him. He’ll never lie, only omit. Never raise his voice, only look. He adores beauty and peace, but his version of peace is one where nothing can ever take you from him.

“You look tense. Let me help you relax… it’s easier when you stop resisting what was meant to be.”

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